Chapter 200 The Ridiculous Weapon Bank
Mountain Eagle told Butcher and the others to keep eating while he himself stepped out of the restaurant and walked toward the van, then signalled to the people from Weapon Bank who also drove over...
The man from Weapon Bank drove a panel van up next to the van, then opened the side door of the cargo area, revealing a middle-aged man with glasses, wearing trousers and a shirt, his face covered with a stubble, signaling Mountain Eagle with a gesture.
This guy deliberately covered the tattoos on his arm with his shirt, and the warm smile he wore allowed Mountain Eagle to fully realize the difference in treatment between ’withdrawers’ and ’depositors’.
In the afternoon, when the people from Weapon Bank delivered goods, they were all tattooed tough guys with an intimidating presence.
But the people who came to collect money at night were different; not only were they warm, but to cater to the clients’ emotions, the person in charge of reception dressed just like an office white-collar worker.
No matter what they actually did, having such an attitude showed their determination to serve the customer.
It was like going out to eat at a farm restaurant—two farm restaurants with the same regulations, layout, decor, and similar tasting dishes...
But in one of them, the tables and stools are shiny and clean, the cooking lady wears a spotless chef’s uniform, washes her hands and the vegetables right in front of you, even the oil seems to be freshly squeezed.
Anyone would choose this one!
Not because the food is really that delicious, but because you can feel the service in the details...
However...